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Your entire life, the one thing you found yourself craving more than anything was to just be completely mindless. No responsibilities, no ties, no commitments… all you wanted to do was nothing. All you desired was to be completely taken care of. A regular 9-5 would never suit you, you simply weren’t built for that.
Of course, this caused problems as you grew older, and eventually, you found yourself alone and barely scraping by in a sketchy block of apartments. It turned out that to truly survive in the real world, you had to be able to look after yourself. That was something you found incredibly difficult.
Living paycheck to paycheck off your meagre state-funded benefits, life was becoming tedious. Any money that didn’t go on your rent was spent on greasy takeouts and drugs, with the occasional trip out to one of the local bars. Tonight you’d decided to treat yourself to one of these little outings.
You reluctantly showered and pulled on a half-decent outfit, feeling refreshed and ready for a good night of brooding over a glass of whiskey alone at the bar. Taking the last drag of your blunt, the smoke filling your surely blackened lungs as you let the mellow feeling wash over your body, you set out in search of a good drink.
It wasn’t a very long walk, maybe around 10 minutes. Just downtown. Soon you found yourself outside one of the joints you frequented, a seedy gay bar. It seemed unassuming from the outside, but stepping in you was surrounded by bright lights and loud tunes drilling their way into your eardrums. You were gay, but this wasn’t particularly your kind of scene. You only came here since they had some of the cheapest drinks in town.
Taking a seat on a barstool placed right in the corner, furthest from the door, you ordered your usual drink and took a sip. Even after giving your liver a proper beating ever since your teenage years, you couldn’t help but wince a little at the harsh burning sensation making its way down your throat as you swallowed.
Every time you came out, deep down a part of you hoped you’d meet someone and hit it off, even if you weren’t a very social person you still got lonely. It’s human nature to need company. Usually, however, you’d stay until closing time without even a glance being shot your way. Maybe you just had that offputting aura about you that made people not want to approach you, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you definitely wouldn’t be making any first moves.
A couple of hours and a few more drinks later, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed and began to unwind a little, bobbing your head to the music. It feels good to be outside for once, you thought. Deep in thought, you were interrupted by a stranger taking the empty barstool next to you. You jolted in surprise and turned to them with wide eyes, seeing a tall and slightly older man giving you a coy smile. He had some slight stubble, blue eyes hidden behind dirty blonde hair and wire-framed glasses. He was objectively handsome, you may have even gone as far as saying he was your type.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you mumbled. He couldn’t hear you over the music but managed to lipread, and an unnerving smile overtook his features. “Hey there, I’m Jeff. Jeff Dahmer,” he said as he ushered the bartender over and ordered a round of drinks. You’d already had quite a bit to drink by that point, but one more couldn’t hurt, right?
Huddled together in that corner, you couldn’t help but inch closer to him until you were practically sitting on his lap. What could you say? You were a sloppy drunk, after all. The two of you engaged in idle conversation as you sipped on your drink. All seemed well at first, but then you realised it was hitting hard. Far too hard, and before you knew it your vision was beginning to become patchy, all the sounds around you becoming warbled and distorted. The world became progressively wavier, and you tried to stand up to get away before it was too late but your body failed you.
You barely heard him ask “Would you like to come back with me?” and all you could do was let out a deep sigh, letting the drowsiness completely overtake you as you gave up on fighting back. The last thing you remembered was getting into his car, completely leaning against him for support, before everything finally went black.
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You couldn’t believe this was really happening as you woke up in completely unfamiliar surroundings, here on a bed where he’d carried you. Feeling him pulling your clothes off with drunk, clumsy hands.
You tried again to move, to sit up, but simply couldn't make your muscles coordinate with each other, and only managed to raise yourself off the bed slightly before sinking back into the springs of the cheap mattress that dug into your spine. Your eyes kept drifting shut, your mind trying to dive down into unconsciousness, and you fought hard to stay awake. Even so, life became like a slideshow of impressionist paintings--flashes of colour, of sensation, disconnected words and panted breaths in your ear.
Your shirt was pulled over your head, hands pressing your shoulders to the mattress and holding you down. Cool air brushed against the sensitive skin of your lower body, and then large hands slipped between your thighs and pulled them apart. He took you into his mouth, warm wetness and sloppy grazing of teeth against hyper-sensitive flesh, bringing quick flashes of pain.
You woke up suddenly to a dick inside you, unable to see him due to having been flipped onto your stomach. You tried to raise yourself, turn back to fight him off, but fingers curled tightly into your hair, holding you tightly in place. You groaned, the pain stirring something deep inside of you. There was the pain from being fucked with zero consideration for prep or foreplay, but also the arousal from being held down like this. You felt yourself grow harder and shame arose as you winced and let out a soft moan.
“Hm,” Jeff’s voice says right next to your ear, making you shiver. You gave into the wave of blackness rising over the edges of your mind and passed out. What felt like a second flew by, and you felt yourself come to, finding yourself on your back again, this time with your heels on Jeff’s shoulders and him fucking slowly and deeply into you, pain radiating with each thrust.
The intensity of the sensation in your lower body was enough that it took you a moment to notice that your arms were stretched up above your head on the bed, and hot hands were tightly pressing your wrists to the mattress. You turned your head, looked up behind you and made eye contact with Jeffrey for the first time since this had all started.
Jeff’s eyes widened slightly, surprised. You stared at each other silently for several long moments before he pushed your head back down and kept thrusting. You didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate it, his fat cock stretching you painfully open but still hitting your most pleasurable spots. You hated this, but at the same time it’d started to feel… good, deep down a part of you was enjoying this.
You passed out again, and when you re-emerged from the darkness you found yourself still crushed beneath Jeff, whose hips were still going mercilessly. The pain had lessened, your body adjusting to the intrusion, and it was the first thing you were aware of when you regained consciousness. You could still barely move, and any feeble attempt to free your arms was easily stopped by Jeff.
Your tongue wouldn’t move right, you couldn’t speak and you were sure that Jeff would be too drunk to even notice or care you were trying. You tried instinctively to squirm away, but the slight movements you managed were useless, and Jeff interpreted them as you enjoying yourself and began to fuck you even faster.
A helpless, muffled moan slipped from your lips. You bit your tongue and squeezed your mouth shut, tears running down the sides of your face to wet the pillow beneath you.
Before you knew it, you were close and found yourself trying as hard as you could to resist the inevitable. You didn’t want to cum, but you were so close, and without realising you’d started bucking against him and tightening around his cock even more. He let out a groan as he filled you up with his hot cum, the feeling pushing you over the edge, cumming with a moan as you saw stars. Ruining his sheets in the process.
Jeff pulled out agonisingly slowly and fell to the bed right next to you. His hands abruptly left your wrists, and you pulled your arms down to your sides, shoulders aching from the position they’d been held in. The two of you lay there, paralysed for a few long moments, catching your breath and processing what had just happened.
“‘M so sorry,” he slurred his words, “You realise… I can’t let you go after this,” he turned to you with a dark expression on his face.
“I… please,” you turned around to look him in the eyes and begged, tears rimming your eyes and threatening to spill. “Don’t kill me,” you sobbed.
“I have to… I… can’t let you go,” he repeated himself as he reached under his pillow, pulling out an already blood-stained knife. He knelt over you, pinning you down and pressing it to your neck. You could feel your racing pulse against the cool metal.
“You don’t have to kill me!” you raised your voice, making him pause out of curiosity. He gave you a questioning look and you went on, “You… you can keep me, right? I won’t leave, just don’t kill me…”
He paused, giving you a look of deep consideration for a moment before pulling the knife back, making you realise you hadn’t even taken a single breath.
“You promise?” he said hesitantly, suddenly unsure what to do. He had this look of hope in his eyes as if this was something he’d always been looking for. As if killing you wasn't what he really wanted all along.
You nodded, having no idea what you’d just gotten yourself into… finally you had a companion, but at what cost? Your freedom? Your autonomy? Something told you that living with this man, who’d drugged and taken advantage of you, wouldn’t come without its own set of problems.
This seemed to relax him, and he got off you, showing he trusted you, putting the knife away. He rose up off the bed and you watched him like a hawk, but he simply pulled out a VHS tape and put it in. The Exorcist, a movie you’d seen a few times by yourself. Once the movie was on, he settled down next to you.
By now most of the drug’s effects had worn off, and now you were more clear-headed you were suddenly acutely aware of your surroundings. There was a certain stench around the place that made your nose wrinkle, like rotting meat and decay. On the bed, beneath you was a fresh blood stain. You almost jumped out of your skin as he settled down next to you to watch the movie, wondering just what he was capable of, or had already done.
The first few minutes of the movie went by without an issue, and the both of you began to settle down as it set in that you’d be going nowhere any time soon. He started getting into the movie, rocking back and forth and babbling to himself as pictures of possession flashed on the screen. He was in a world of his own, and here you had an opportunity to run…
You could’ve headed right out that door, and ran for your life, but you didn’t. Something about this seemed like an opportunity. It was better than being alone, right? Locked up in this potential… no, definite serial killer’s musty apartment, you came upon the conclusion that this was simply the realisation of both your dreams.
He simply needed someone to keep, to call his own, and you’d found someone to keep you. To take care of all your needs so you could be his mindless toy. No responsibilities outside of keeping him happy.
You found, in the end, that freedom wasn’t particularly something you needed to be happy. For now, you were perfectly content sat here, watching all the horror movies you wanted.
“Thank you,” you murmured, snapping him out of his trance. “For keeping me,” you clarified when he gave you a confused look.
For a moment, you weren’t sure whether you’d crossed a line by talking, but his expression softened and he opened his arms and took you into his arms, pulling you into an awkward but sweet embrace. He held you so close, as if you’d escape, but you already knew it was too late.
You realised you’d sealed your fate as he held you like that.